public open urban sky

Many times, a wandering soul will gain personal momentary comfort from the well-spoken hypothesis that it is indeed good to be lost and undecided in settled knowledge of the future, because all interesting souls have traced similar paths, and unsettling spirits must experience unsettling situations to feel the proper ecstasy required for top-notch work and high-end productivity.

The process is indeed, torturous. Lost amidst the high-rises of fragmented obstacles, and looking for that polygon of fresh air, in-between the upwards looking of heavenly gaps – it is the act of looking up towards the sky within the chaos of a foreign 5th Avenue, where the ground-view shot is a totally different story than the angled shooting towards the lower atmospheric pressures. Sometimes, it makes me wonder, how interesting the topic of “public open urban sky” would be; here, you never get one honest view of the whole, but bits and pieces of sky, discovered unexpectedly in different shapes and with different tones of tightening. One cannot claim this to be beautifully organic, but only nightmare-mysterious. It’s because you cannot grasp the interior function of every single building layer, and because the sky is not a true umbrella to your head. Reality is scattered in pieces, and it would take only a desensitized machine to feel comfortable and belonging. Or one who loves puzzles that have never been touched in order to be completed. Unless life is the analogy of a jenga game, and then everything starts to form some senseless logic.

Is this why every man, at some point in his life, needs to pass through and live in this city? To understand what? That happiness remains a non-true reality that may be ‘illusioned’ only through vertical protrusions towards the skies? To feel higher and greater than what a single individual is truly worth? Is it really all about collective power and the sociological mission towards cultural excellence on specific projects and tasks? Too massive. Too much invisibility going on…